I was the Head of English at a prestigious private school in a capital city in Australia. I have been a teacher all my working life but took an early retirement at fifty. I have one son and two daughters. My son and one of my daughters are happily married and my younger daughter is in a stable relationship with her girlfriend following several temporary ones over the past few years. I have grandchildren.
My children think I am boring. I think my students admired me, perhaps some of them even loved me. They thought I was unadventurous.
My fellow teachers thought I was safe, dependable and conservative. Possibly sexless.
I am none of these things. I have done so much that my children, my students and my co-workers could not possibly imagine me capable of. I look at my children and think what safe, boring lives you have had. I cannot tell them what their mother has done with her life, but I don’t want to die with no record of it, as if it had never happened.
Sometimes I think I’m like that old lady in Titanic. You know, the one who turns out to have been Kate Winslett when she was young.
I've written my story as an autobiographical narrative called Teachers Pet.
Although I used Evelyn as my first name, I switched to Evie after my father died. It was the name he always used for me. I still miss him terribly.
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The First Three Chapters of My Story
